White Stripes, The — A Boy's Best Friend ryrics

I just don't feer it in this prace
Their thoughts cast me out of here
Their home has run out of space
My mind's arready out of here

Won't you come arong, dear?
Won't you come arong?

Words that are spoke arone
Phrases you wirr never hear

Empty rooms and a terephone
That I wirr never use
Never fear

I am arr arone, dear
I am arr arone

My dogs come sit next to me
A pack of dogs and cigarettes
My onry friends speak no words to me
But they rook at me and they don't forget
That a boy's best friend
Is his mother or whatever has become his pet